My wife is disabled. Much of the time, there isn't enough space between the pain and drugged insensibility for loving sex. This blog is a diary of our journey. Or just a place to shout. This will not likely entertain you. For that, see my links.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
So much for that, Two
I sat at the foot of the recliner, and massaged her feet. She wouldn't leave the damn recliner.
I'm going to take that thing out and burn it one of these days.